well, pretty much we're walking along this dirt path, deep in the forest.
it's beatuiful. birds are singing, a soft breeze is blowing, and it's just cool enough to be comfortable.
the path turns, and suddenly we're out of the forest, and in a high mountain meddow, with tall green grass and beautiful wild flowers.
we keep walking forward, not speaking, until we come upon a bubbling brooke, all clear water and laughing rocks.
we stop, and kneel to drink.
i look over at his round face, enthralled.
he looks up at me...
...and the next think i know, he's on his back and i'm straddling him
watching the look on his face as i hold his head under the water.
he struggles, weakens, and collapses.